It was inevitable — the only thing I listen to for fun these days is jazz. There’s a me from the past, though, who would be utterly enchanted with this UK neo-prog band, which, over 10 albums now, has matured from death-and-doom-metal miscreants into a unit that can write gloriously epic hormone-jacking adult-emo revolving around forlorn acoustic piano lines, vengeful Flying V filibusters, and sweeping Evanescence-style boy-girl duetting when they’re really motivated (“Ariel”). There’s a Muse angle to all this that will instantly turn off people who’ve never investigated new-school euro-prog, not that I can blame them, but the harmonizing and melodies here aren’t meant to be gimmicky, just … I don’t know, admirably adult. This album would fit in nicely in a collection that includes Minus the Bear, Portishead and Killers, a pensive but unhesitant, lavishly emotional trip. A — Eric W. Saeger